Pursed his lips again and lowered his gaze, throughout the night, Nathan Moore seemed somewhat unable to face Titus Zane, let alone make eye contact with her.
Because, the light in her eyes was no longer cold, when looking at him, there was no longer hidden hatred and fear. The her now was enchanting, exuding a seductive aura from her very bones, like a seasoned veteran navigating through men, her demeanor and speech wrapped in allure.
Seeing her like this, Nathan Moore had a kind of illusion.
It was as if she was a fake Titus Zane, an imposter wearing her face and voice.
With the wine glass slightly turning in his hand, Nathan Moore said,
"If... you don't mind... you could... work at my company,"
He paused here, his dark eyes lifting to meet Titus Zane's gaze seriously, "Don't rely on men, they... are unreliable."
When he said this, Nathan Moore's gaze shifted away again, even flickering a bit, worried she might feel embarrassed, and also worried she might get angry.
